I embrace you. I am your brother. Here I am with open arms.
If I say, “I am your brother,” and you say “No you’re not.” Who is making war on whom?
And who suffers?
As long as I am your brother, I am sane. And my sanity extinguishes my suffering, which, in turn, has the power to extinguish your suffering, but only if you’re inclined to let it. And I don’t expect you to do any more than you can do. You do the best you can, just like I do.
The minute I abandon my brotherhood with you, I am the one making war.
And there are no winners in war.